the Gambler

Hermione walked around the lounge biting her fingernails anxiously, a posture she had maintained for more than half an hour.The rest of the room was not much better, and Ron stared out the window without saying a word, his hands clenched at his sides.Neville's face was pale, and he sat motionless on the carpet.

"Don't go, Harry, this might be a trap." Hermione said confidently. If she hadn't been very familiar with the witch, Harry wouldn't have noticed the uneasiness under the witch's mask.

"We need to know Voldemort's true purpose, especially after the Walpuss Knights are announced to the public," Harry sighed, "I have to show him a minimum of respect, Hermione, we are now two forces A summit meeting, although I don't know if he understood it that way."

"Then he should let Marvolo accompany you, he is also the leader!" Ron said violently.

"He asked me to go alone by name." Harry pursed his mouth, and threw the blood-stained parchment on the table, "This is an official invitation, and Peter Pettigrew is a present. Since I expressed my appreciation for the gift If you agree, you should follow the agreement and go to the meeting alone. Even if it is a trap, you have to go in and walk through it? Besides, I believe that my luck will not be bad."

"Send Dumbledore to go too."

Surprised by Tom's words, Harry turned his head suddenly, looked at the other party's serious expression, and said hesitantly: "But he only invited me, and Dumbledore represents the forces of the Order of the Phoenix."

"As you said, he represents another force. We have no right to control his behavior, right? Before you became the leader of the Walpus Knights, you were still a student of Dumbledore. The principal has protection Your accusation." Tom pulled a weird smirk, "Dumbledore is an unpredictable person, Harry, even Voldemort can't be sure when he will make the decision to follow you, all you need is not Be careful not to disclose information to the headmaster who is concerned about your safety."

"I think this proposal is very good." Neville nodded. "I'm notoriously careless. In order to prevent anyone from doubting me, I'll leave the task to me."

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"You're worried about Professor Snape." Draco said suddenly, "He's Voldemort's spy at Hogwarts. But he's not omnipotent. Bryce and I will find a way to entangle him."

"What if he's not the only spy?" Daphne frowned. "How many people can you be sure will turn against you? There are many people in the Walpes Knights alone that I can't trust. No offense, Harry, you You know better than me that people are sinister, and those so-called righteous people will betray you in a matter of minutes."

"Why didn't you say Slytherin?" Seamus retorted angrily.

Bryce let out a snort.

"how?"

"Harry believes in your loyalty and we don't, and as for the Slytherins—" Bryce glanced at the silent Tom, "we only take refuge in those who can spread their wings. That kind of stupid nobility has nothing to do with us, If it is to save their lives, even good friends will betray without hesitation."

"Then you should be more suspicious of Slytherin!" Angelina interjected.

"What Bryce means is that they don't have absolute loyalty, and when the situation doesn't show a clear bias, they will protect themselves wisely." Harry explained, "But Marvolo, as the current Snake King of Slytherin, has complete control , no one dares to make small moves under his nose. As for when the war really starts, it’s hard to say.”

"I hate Slytherin. Those cunning little snakes." Dean put on a disgusted expression and glared angrily across the room, and the Slytherin students stared back not to be outdone.

"Oh, don't worry, we don't like Gryffindor either. Those reckless lions." Draco put on a disdainful gesture reserved for the Malfoy family, crossed his arms, and looked at Gryffindor as if Like mud sticking to the soles of the shoes.

"It's too mature, really!" Hermione raised her voice and yelled, "If you can't even resolve this disagreement, how can you cooperate at that time! Childish! Stupid! It's a disaster! I can't believe this Lazy organizations can survive war! Don't make me laugh!"

"That's why there are two leaders, Granger. Your performance is not the same." Tom coldly broke the atmosphere that further raised the tension of the battle, and he stretched out his hand to push Harry, "Take care of yourself People, at least until the final battle to make sure that no one will turn back."

"They are not my people! We are all companions!"

"Stop your friendly behavior, Harry Potter, if you don't have the self-awareness as a leader, who will obey your orders? This kind of honesty is the last thing you need now." Tom squinted and glanced around The other college students who suddenly became very uncomfortable, "They will choose to be loyal to you or find another asylum, and those who follow suit will be kicked out, which will only become a burden. Of course, you need to sign a magic contract before leaving, and don't put The news here is out."

"Breaking the contract will kill you?" Zacharias raised his hand and shouted.

"No." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Tom showed a sinister smile, "Harry and I will know who is the traitor. That means, the kind Harry will not lay hands on you, and the cruel I will I don't know what will happen. Of course, I will draw lots to decide the few who will be punished."

"This is too cruel." Qiu said in a low voice.There is nothing worse than living in fear.

"Principal Dumbledore will protect us!" Zacharias' voice lacked confidence sounded in the silent room, and the tail was still trembling slightly.

"Incredibly idealistic, I'm about to laugh," Tom twirled his wand, grinning at the terrified boy, "do you think Dumbledore wouldn't be here in time to save him while I cast the Killing Curse?" you?"

Zakamis fell to the ground, staring wide-eyed.

"The answer is that it's too late. Don't forget that this is a war. When everything is over, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. The magic contract will automatically lose its effectiveness." Tom took out the handwritten book with a dark red cover from his arms and Gaunt ring, his expression serious, "Keep this with you, Harry. If Voldemort wants to hurt you, give him this notebook."

"Why?" Harry's hand that wanted to open the book was held down by Tom.

"I put a curse on it, promise me you won't open it without authorization."

Harry nodded.

"It must be terrible to not be able to use both faces." Harry raised his chin and said, hey, he knew it was childish, but he couldn't help but taunt the other party.Especially seeing that perfect face contorted would give him an unspeakable sense of pride.Tom had a lot more emotion than Voldemort, and Harry could easily bring out the bad side of him—well, not that he was proud of it, it just sounded really stupid.Before Voldemort regained his beautiful appearance, Harry's existence was a thorn in the side of the Dark Lord. He has seen Voldemort in any state. After reabsorbing the soul piece, the other party suddenly became much calmer. Maybe it has something to do with age?Harry snorted, Voldemort struck him as a separate entity that had been stripped of Tom's mature side.

Not minding Harry's wild imagination and cynicism, Voldemort raised the topic: "How do you feel about the gift?"

"Peter Pettigrew?"

Voldemort made a vague echo.Harry carefully inspected his comfortable posture, but said coldly: "It's disgusting—is he still alive now? If you want to please me, you should just sneak him here, and I will throw him very happily Get under Cruciatus and enjoy yourself."

"Really?" Voldemort didn't believe Harry at all. Under the boy's glare, he shrugged and said regretfully, "Maybe I can consider using the same method to restore his body and give you a chance to flog the corpse?"

"You're so perverted." A squat body rotten to the point of maggots, with white eyes staring straight at you motionlessly, just imagining this image made Harry wrinkle his face, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.He deliberately coughed a few times, threw out the discomfort, and turned his head to look at Voldemort with disgust: "This habit is disgusting, never remind me how abnormal you are. Seriously, do all Dark Lords have this Special hobbies, always like to mess with rotten meat? Wow, then I don't need to worry about the day I become a devil, my aesthetics are fine."

"Smart teeth, huh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Glib, huh?" Harry choked back.

"It's like a living Chinese fireball." Voldemort commented objectively and impartially. Of course, the boy in front of him had a hot temper that even a Chinese fireball couldn't match, and he happened to like this extreme character.Harry is a complex figure, with various emotions colliding and blending in that vigorous body, exuding unparalleled beauty.

"I'm ashamed of that compliment, no better than you, Mr. Hungarian Horntail," said Harry, as viciously as he could.

"I thought Hailbo was the metaphor you could come up with." Voldemort crossed his legs and leaned back on the leather sofa with a nostalgic expression on his face, "He is the only one I can talk to in Hogwarts." object."

"Helbo?" Harry repeated, as if the name had been in his head so familiarly, "I have to admit that I am surprised that you also have a bosom friend, but it is a pity that I have never heard of this name, otherwise, You have to understand what kind of person will make friends with you, and it is necessary to have a heart as tough as a diamond."

"He didn't tell you?"

"what?"

"The basilisk of Slytherin, Helbo, the king of snakes, not all snakes are eligible to be given this noble name. I used to be very close to him, and he knew many of my secrets and was absolutely loyal." Voldemort said with a cold face Glancing at Harry, "But you killed him, Harry Potter, a reckless decision, do you know how difficult it is to hatch a basilisk? His gaze is an excellent weapon!"

"I'm so sorry, I don't regret it at all, how many people will lose their lives if this monster is allowed to roam around the castle! Hell, I don't care about your feelings! He didn't let the Muggleborn go. plan!" Harry's tone became aggressive, anger was already buzzing on the surface of his skin, he didn't even know he could be so angry, memories of almost losing Hermione in the second year flooded his mind, he took a step forward, The wand in the cuff has slipped into the palm of the hand, "Go away! Voldemort! This kind of indiscriminate killer should never exist in the world! You have opened the secret room once more than 50 years ago, and opened the second time four years ago , tell me, if he is still alive, are you going to throw him into the war?"

"Anger makes you lose your mind."

"The anger gave me courage," Harry roared. "What? You don't want to talk about your crimes now? I know very well that you don't feel guilty at all, Voldemort," Harry's pupils suddenly contracted, and he let out a stern laugh "I can feel your emotions, don't try to lie to my face, you will, you absolutely will. You will kill all those who disobey you."

"So what?" Voldemort stood up suddenly and grabbed Harry's chin. The shrill beep almost pierced the eardrums. The next moment, the door of the room was shaken open by surging magic power. Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed at Voldemort. back: "Put down your wand, Voldemort, or I'll start attacking you."

Voldemort didn't take his eyes off Harry, he murmured softly, "So what, Harry, you know, there's no difference between Tom and me."

"I'll kill you, even at the expense of Tom."